Y/N woke up and stood up. He was in a shooting range. He was confused though he saw a gun on the side. He picked it up and examined it. It was a simple pistol.
He examined it and fired at the targets, he wasn't sure why but he was compelled to. All bullseyes up until the last one. He missed very slightly. He wasn't sure why but he also didn't seem to care anymore. No sudden surge of PTSD. He felt fine, at a strange amount of peace. He didn't know where he was.
2099: Nice shooting.
Y/N looked back to meet 2099.
Y/N: That wasn't a hallucination?
2099: Welcome to the heart again. No. No it wasn't.
Y/N: Why am I here?
2099: Before we pull you out of your infection, we've taken it upon ourselves to teach you a few lessons. Mine being that you're not perfect.
Y/N: It might not even be worth the effort. By the sounds of it they'll kill me.
2099: The world's in your hands. They can't kill you. They can hurt you, it seems Frost has, and yourself. But that's not the point. They will all die if you don't force yourself out. And besides, the thing that should save you if they kill you is doing it anyway.
Y/N: So I'm meant to fight my way back in control.
2099: It's what you're good at. But you're not perfect. Once they've got Traitor weakened you should be able to. Look at your aim. Just a millimetre off.
Y/N: Shouldn't that not make a difference?
2099: That's not the point of this lesson if you wish to call it that. This is just an example. You will never be perfect. No matter what you ever try. You made a mistake when you fucked with Hunters head.
Y/N just looked down after a moment.
Y/N: I think... I think I've realised that by now.
2099: None of us are perfect. I was meant to be an exact copy of you. But you never sent on a murderous rampage with an alternate version of your dad. I'll show you with this example.
2099 took the gun from Y/Ns hand and fired on his own. All bullseyes.
2099: Now without my combat program.
2099 fired without it. He barely hit any.
2099: Far from perfect.
Y/N: I don't get the point in this. I knew I wasn't perfect it's why I tried to be.
2099: It's okay to want help. I get help from my programs. You can get help from the people around you. You so rarely let people help you. They have to force it most of the time. Think of Sylvee. Starting to understand? You need help, you need them to get Traitor.
Y/N nodded.
2099 suddenly beeped.
2099: Well Distants turn.
2099 shot Y/N in the face killing him. But not quite, Y/N woke up not long after. He was in a science lab. Equipment was strewn everywhere though it seemed abandoned. The only thing illuminating the room was a pod.
It suddenly cracked confusing Y/N. After another moment it broke open stunning and confusing Y/N. He jumped back dodging the glass as he heard Distants voice.
Distant: So your here? Cool.
Y/N saw Distant walk outside of the pod, the glass cracking as he stepped over it casually. He seemed calm.
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